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MY sisters and I used to fantasise about receiving an unexpected inheritance from some long-lost wealthy relative. We would picture ourselves in black mourning attire – pillbox hats, gloved hands, dabbing tears with lace handkerchiefs – while a stern-faced lawyer read aloud the terms of our windfall…
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True currency of legacy
MY sisters and I used to fantasise about receiving an unexpected inheritance from some long-lost wealthy relative. We would picture ourselves in black mourning attire – pillbox hats, gloved hands, dabbing tears with lace handkerchiefs – while a stern-faced lawyer read aloud the terms of our windfall…